[ He huffs out a breath, something still dismissive. He'll grant that there's definitely been a change in Emma's behavior – more than a few qualities coming to light that he had never seen before the fight.
Is it because of him, though, or is it merely because time and distance from the battle with Bogue has allowed more of that to surface?
Hard to tell, he supposes. Hard to say.
He murmurs, ]
In the end, it's all the same, don't you think? Still a dead man pinin' after a woman he don't deserve.
[ And there it is, out in the open at last, and he risks only a momentary glance up at the admission. For a long while, Faraday is quiet, before he shakes his head. ]
You're right. [ And that's difficult to say, someone else being right, because that so often means that Faraday is wrong. ] Suppose I ought to leave it alone. Let her move on. She don't need anymore ghosts hauntin' her.
[ faraday's admission doesn't earn him any angry looks from matthew, nothing judgmental or offended (because he married emma for a reason, after all, and it's hard to blame another man for seeing her worth — especially when matthew isn't around to appreciate her like she ought to be). ]
As I said, you do what you think'll be in her best interests.
You won't be movin' on, though, long as you still feel like this for her.
[ which would mean being alone in rose creek, never seen and never acknowledged — except maybe by jack, of all things. ]
[ He huffs out a disbelieving laugh, dragging his gaze up to Matthew. ]
And how’s a man supposed to stop lovin’ someone?
[ Because the fact of the matter is, Faraday had thought it impossible to ever fall in love with someone in the first place. There’d been Ethel, all those years ago, but that hadn’t been real love. That had been an infatuation, a fleeting, warm sensation. He’d never met a woman like that before, and he had been smitten.
But this, what he feels for Emma – that was a dangerous blaze, compared to the spark he felt for Ethel, and he could no more douse that than he could put out a field on fire with a bucket of water. ]
Wouldn’t be the first time she’s been sore with me.
[ Might be the last, though, if he plays his cards right.
Faraday lets out a sigh, reaching up to rub at his neck again. In life, he would’ve tried to knead out some of the stiffness knotting his muscles; now, it’s simply muscle memory. ]
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Is it because of him, though, or is it merely because time and distance from the battle with Bogue has allowed more of that to surface?
Hard to tell, he supposes. Hard to say.
He murmurs, ]
In the end, it's all the same, don't you think? Still a dead man pinin' after a woman he don't deserve.
[ And there it is, out in the open at last, and he risks only a momentary glance up at the admission. For a long while, Faraday is quiet, before he shakes his head. ]
You're right. [ And that's difficult to say, someone else being right, because that so often means that Faraday is wrong. ] Suppose I ought to leave it alone. Let her move on. She don't need anymore ghosts hauntin' her.
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As I said, you do what you think'll be in her best interests.
You won't be movin' on, though, long as you still feel like this for her.
[ which would mean being alone in rose creek, never seen and never acknowledged — except maybe by jack, of all things. ]
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And how’s a man supposed to stop lovin’ someone?
[ Because the fact of the matter is, Faraday had thought it impossible to ever fall in love with someone in the first place. There’d been Ethel, all those years ago, but that hadn’t been real love. That had been an infatuation, a fleeting, warm sensation. He’d never met a woman like that before, and he had been smitten.
But this, what he feels for Emma – that was a dangerous blaze, compared to the spark he felt for Ethel, and he could no more douse that than he could put out a field on fire with a bucket of water. ]
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If I had the answer to that, Faraday, surely I'd share it with you.
[ it's not like he'd ever stopped loving emma, after all. ]
She's going to be awful upset when you're not showin' up, though.
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Wouldn’t be the first time she’s been sore with me.
[ Might be the last, though, if he plays his cards right.
Faraday lets out a sigh, reaching up to rub at his neck again. In life, he would’ve tried to knead out some of the stiffness knotting his muscles; now, it’s simply muscle memory. ]
I’ll... figure it out.